"Miss, I don't have enough money, but please take all of this. Can you do a divination for me? I'm so scared, I'm really, really scared!
Miss, please help me. Help me find my mom—please…?"
Xiao Hu Die smashed her piggy bank on the ground, revealing the only 345 yuan inside—655 yuan short of the divination fee.
"What's wrong, little one? Are you in some kind of trouble?" Shen Zhiyao asked, her expression serious.
"Miss, I can't find my mom. She's been gone for a whole day and night."
"She didn't come home last night, and I just had a dream where my mom was screaming for help."
"Miss, you're so good at divination. Can you please find out where my mom is? If she was screaming for help, something must have happened to her!"
Hearing this, Shen Zhiyao focused a wisp of Spiritual Energy into her eyes.
She saw that between Xiao Hu Die's brows, a wisp of a loved one's life force was beginning to dissipate.
